When I tell people about the bountiful Farmer’s Market here, they just don’t seem to understand. They nod, say something like, “oh yeah we have them here too” but, alas my friends, you don’t know a farmers market until you’ve been to the one in Santa Monica. LA may be a cursed town in many [...]
The summer after my sophomore year was marked by yet more adventures in independence. For the first time, I was living in an apartment with friends (Eli and Hillary). We sublet a place on Noyes, or at least that was the closest stop on the El station in Evanston. I was still dating Brendan. Eli [...]
Found the camera! Phew! It was hidden under a pile o’ stuff as usual. Since Bren left for BM, I’m having to pick up all the piles of things that were sitting around for possibly transportation out to the desert. The house feels a lot airier thank goodness. It’s hot out here this week.
I just read about this… a lunar eclipse tonight! And what’s more, as the post points out, this is the one thing LA’ers have over NY’ers; y’all can’t see it! Nanny nanny boo-boo! So I am going to try to stay up to see it. However, I cannot for the life of me find our [...]
Carnivale mask? Check.EL wire to light up the bike? Check.10 changes of underwear? Check. What else could that list be for, but for Burning Man?! Bren leaves for Burning Man on Sunday, so I have been helping him by running errands and also cooking a few batches of food for him to take. I was [...]
It was my birthday on Sunday. One more of these and I’ll have occupied this Earth for three decades! I can’t believe it. The day before, as I was getting ready to celebrate with all my friends the next day, I realised that I have a lot to be be grateful about, and it would [...]
It’s been about a year I think since I got my hair cut last. The ends of hair looked FAKE, they were so brittle and split. I had even tried rubbing some hot oil into my hair like we used to do when we were kids (coconut oil ladies… awesome!), and it had a temporary [...]
The other day I showed you Brendan’s bare arm, which I said would never be bare again. And I wasn’t kidding. Sweet sweet Bren is branded for life! Yes indeed, that is my name in Hindi, in screaming red ink. Sigh. That’s MY Brendan Michael McNamara! -x-aarti
I couldn’t sleep a couple of nights ago, so I started taking photos of Bren, deep in slumber. Like, a TON of photos. Bren thinks I’m stalking him. Which I thought he’d find enjoyable being my husband and all. -x-aarti
Photo from the Washington Post India celebrates 60 years of independence today. Whee! Viva India! It’s hard to believe that a country as ancient as India has only been free from colonial power, running on her own steam, for 60 years. I mean, my dad is older than 60. I’m sure a bunch of you [...]